In the past month it has felt like the flow of my life has been constantly going from the expected to the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.
Just how do the things we surround ourselves with come to be there and is this actually linked in evolution to why we become how/who we are? -(got to love that dancing and shifting w !)
Another interesting side effect of my recent move is the fact that the physical space that I call home more than tripled in size. No, this was not some into an American McMansion move, but rather the leaving of the postage stamp size of a tiny urban apartment for the modest 2 bedroom with den (which now feels incredibly spacious)!
I am a HUGE proponent of leaving space in ones living space so there were not tons of new acquisitions to fill up the new home, but I did enjoy a few trips onto the roulette wheel to acquire a few “new to me” things. Yes, I girded up the loins and took a few spins out there on that unpredictable dance floor of human interaction otherwise known as craigslist.org.
I sold my first item… bye bye kitchen island:
And I manifested/purchased a few new (to me) things in return as well…hello (and welcome to your new home!) vintage china hutch:
(sound my heart made on sight: X –applicable to the hutch AND cat 🙂 )
I had never been one to take the idea of tuplas all that seriously, but after this recent foray on craigslist, I am beginning to wonder if there is some deeper truth with this potential dynamic afoot within humanity -lol. If one has listed something for sale in a public marketplace, I would think one is actually wanting to sell it. Not an unreasonable expectation, yes?! However, many times I responded immediately to new ads just placed on craigslist for items I had my eye out for and received this in return:
(complete silence)… hmmm?!
However, with some other items that were found to be real, it has been a wonderful process of nesting in and transforming diamonds in the rough into my own unique vision of paradise at home. My motto and guide for acquisition has been if it is funky and fun, I am having it. Not playful? Not fun? No craftsmanship? No history? No home found here and the objects can move along. Move along boring and ordinary, move on down the road! (a bit more about how I think about and acquire “things” can be found here: X)
I will share one such transformation with you.
It is a purchase plucked from a marvelous real man named Mike on craigslist. He turned out to be a lovely non-tulpa with a real antique bench actually for sale from out of storage in his family’s barn on a farm in Newberg, Oregon. VERY rough around the edges purchase, but a little bit of magic and this treasure was romanced back into a thing of great beauty.
Can a bench swagger? You bet it can! Especially when it is secretly blessed by and gifted the fun and funky plumage provided by birds of paradise:
I adore living in world where beauty and behavior and meaning filled objects are intertwined. And just how is that world created and accessed? It is always only ever a thought and dance nesting in transformation in our own personal paradise away (…oh yes, all while finding the support of our non-tulpa family selling their fun and funky objects on craigslist 🙂 ).
I am loving every bizarre, evolutionary minute of BEING and creating here on earth. 😉 I am nesting in and transforming. Are you?
This post was inspired by and is dedicated to my extraordinary husband N.